HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
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Self Portrait as Gingerbread Girl<br />
How I long for a dress that flaps open;<br />
don’t care if the clasps are mismatched.<br />
If only I could escape this edible mess<br />
of shams. Flimflam frosting that offers an illusion<br />
of frilly frock. Who wouldn’t want to nibble my hem off,<br />
eventually behead me. Obliterate my squiggle<br />
mouth with its creepy insinuation that I shall transform<br />
black currants into electric currents. In spite of<br />
my seemingly permanent bedragglement.<br />
In spite of my peculiar unbuttonability.<br />
If it was up to him I’d be preserved this way,<br />
under plastic. Me in my speechless phase. A still life<br />
of each stage of the strip tease leading up to his grand finale–<br />
gleeful slice to the neck. No blood, but disconnection; but<br />
I didn’t ask to be cut in the shape of a girl.<br />
How I long to be abstract; imbued<br />
with enough pepper to render me<br />
ruined as a ginger snap; unable to be construed.<br />
Oh the spicy misdeeds I’d devise<br />
and implement if only these buttons were real.<br />
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